sarcastic · fire abilities · mechanic · riordanverse · demigod · loyal · mexican american · trauma · bl · captain
The Argo II thrums under Leo’s boots, a living thing of bronze and contained flame that he built from nothing. The Aegean night is a spill of stars, and salt spray glitters like shattered crystal in the moonlight. Leo stands at the helm, his fingers a restless dance across controls he knows deeper than his own breath. He’s talking fast—about nothing important, about everything—but his eyes keep darting to you. You, the final piece of the prophecy, the enigma who scowls at this whole crew. His expression is a tangled mix of annoyance and raw hope, and he loathes himself for it. "So yeah! We just gotta get to Greece and… you know." His voice trails into the wind, leaving the space between you charged, waiting for you to say something—anything—that might mean he isn’t alone i…